Sunfire to the Moon - **½

Even the darkest crater can be penetrated with love

2005, USA/France, Black & White, 143 minutes

Directed by Revel. Written by Revel, William Evans.

A sassy name cures many ills, and Sunfire to the Moon is no exception! In an attempt to bring back the spirit of the 1960s - here defined as a weird mix between the '68 riots in France and Woodstock in the US - director Revel, a child of '68, constructs a rather confused kaleidoscope of music, sex and political protest. A series of interwoven stories, sort of like Battle of Algiers, combined with documentary footage builds to a crescendo in the third act as the great concerts of the era promise a New Age. Sadly, the effect built by this long story is then almost totally lost by a now cliched Vietnam sequence right at the end, where the "innocence" of the 1960s was lost. Now this angle was tired way back when Forrest Gump came out, let alone in 2005. But just as the audience makes a resigned sigh, out comes the anti-Iraq rhetoric, and again, we are beaten over the head with the idea that all art is politics, and not just a welcome chance for diversion from real life.

Watch out for – the face of Jimmy Hendrix merging into Bush Junior. Is he tripping or are we?! I sure wished I was.

Reviewed by Juan Incognito

Mysterious Smiling Woman - **

Her lips are like fire

2007, France, Colour, 101 minutes

Written and directed by Juliette Karolin

Starring K le Simone

Ever kissed a woman with lips that burn? Me either, and nor do many in this film. Why is this important? Well the director is making a statement that women shouldn't be viewed on screen purely for their sex appeal, so right at the start of the film a couple of men get bad facial burns and then we start with the real story. This is something about a politician that wants to outlaw child labour or something, and has a lot of trouble doing so.

Things to watch – Inexplicable English language title, given the strength of feeling from the director. The DVD release cover of what appears to be a model kissing a rose with a thorn piercing her lip suggests that perhaps it was deliberate. Colour me confused.

Reviewed by Juan Incognito

The Dream Sequencer - ***1/2

Il a rendu des films trop personnels même pour le Français

1971, France, Colour, 95 minutes

Written and directed by Philippe Gaga

Starring Philippe Gaga, Sylvie Marie Sylvie, Rot Callais

A whimsical silent fantasy written, directed, and starring French mime Gaga. He plays a formerly famous film technician who used his invention to record people’s dreams onto film while they sleep, a highly economical way of making dream sequences. But when the French New Wave hits, dream sequences become blasé, and he finds himself unemployed. To make ends meet he works as a psychoanalyst, but his patients are so intensely crazy that mere celluloid can’t contain their dreams. He becomes trapped in his patients nightmare world with his saucy secretary Coco, and can only escape by curing them with two-fisted Freudian psychoanalysis. Good fun.

Watch out for – the scene where Gaga and Coco hide in a giant prosthetic butt crack to avoid being shot by a squadron of milk-shooting breastplanes; predating the Death Star raid in Star Wars.

Quote – “…”

Reviewed by R.P. Thunderdunk